Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.